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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Greville

A proud man never shows his pride so much as when he is civil.

A very small offence may be a just cause for great resentment: it is often much less the particular instance which is obnoxious to us than the proof it carries with it of the general tenor and disposition of the mind from whence it sprung.

As charity covers a multitude of sins before God, so does politeness before men.

Avarice starves its possessor to fatten those who come after, and who are eagerly awaiting the demise of the accumulator.

Despair gives the shocking ease to the mind that a mortification gives to the body.

Discernment is a power of the understanding in which few excel. Is not that owing to its connection with impartiality and truth? for are not prejudice and partiality blind?

Good-humor is allied to generosity, ill-humor to meanness.

Good-humor will sometimes conquer ill-humor, but ill-humor will conquer it oftener; and for this plain reason, good-humor must operate on generosity, ill-humor on meanness.

Human knowledge is the parent of doubt.

I hardly know a sight that raises one’s indignation more than that of an enlarged soul joined to a contracted fortune; unless it be that so much more common one, of a contracted soul joined to an enlarged fortune.

I hardly know so melancholy a reflection as that parents are necessarily the sole directors of the management of children, whether they have or have not judgment, penetration or taste to perform the task.

I hardly know so true a mark of a little mind as the servile imitation of others.

I have often thought that the nature of women was inferior to that of men in general, but superior in particular.

It is not enough that you can form, nay, and follow, the most excellent rules for conducting yourself in the world. You must also know when to deviate from them, and where lies the exception.

It is often better to have a great deal of harm happen to one than a little; a great deal may rouse you to remove what a little will only accustom you to endure.

Man is the only creature endowed with the power of laughter.

Many with trust, with doubt few, are undone.

May not taste be compared to that exquisite sense of the bee, which instantly discovers and extracts the quintessence of every flower, and disregards all the rest of it?

Men and statues that are admired in an elevated situation have a very different effect upon us when we approach them; the first appear less than we imagined them, the last bigger.

Most men have more courage than even they themselves think they have.

No man was ever so much deceived by another as by himself.

One great reason why men practice generosity so little in the world is their finding so little there. Generosity is catching; and if so many men escape it, it is in a great degree from the same reason the countrymen escape the smallpox,—because they meet no one to give it to them.

Our companions please us less from the charms we find in their conversation than from those they find in ours.

Penetration seems a kind of inspiration; it gives one an idea of prophecy.

Removing prejudices is, alas! too often removing the boundary of a delightful near prospect in order to let in a shockingly extensive one.

Respect is better procured by exacting than soliciting it.

Some characters are like some bodies in chemistry; very good, perhaps, in themselves, yet fly off and refuse the least conjunction with each other.

Surely no man can reflect, without wonder, upon the vicissitudes of human life arising from causes in the highest degree accidental and trifling. If you trace the necessary concatenation of human events a very little way back, you may perhaps discover that a person’s very going in or out of a door has been the means of coloring with misery or happiness the remaining current of his life.

The brains of a pedant, however full, are vacant.

The criterion of true beauty is that it increases on examination; if false, that it lessens.

The mind of man is this world’s true dimension; and knowledge is the measure of the mind.

The world is an excellent judge in general, but a very bad one in particular.

There is an unfortunate disposition in a man to attend much more to the faults of his companions which offend him, than to their perfections which please him.

There is in some men a dispassionate neutrality of mind, which, though it generally passes for good temper, can neither gratify nor warm us: it must indeed be granted that these men can only negatively offend; but then it should also be remembered that they cannot positively please.

Those men who are commended by everybody must be very extraordinary men; or, which is more probable, very inconsiderable men.

To divest one’s self of some prejudices would be like taking off the skin to feel the better.

True delicacy, as true generosity, is more wounded by an offence from itself—if I may be allowed the expression—than to itself.

Unbecoming forwardness oftener proceeds from ignorance than impudence.

Vanity is the poison of agreeableness; yet as poison, when artfully and properly applied, has a salutary effect in medicine, so has vanity in the commerce and society of the world.

We laugh heartily to see a whole flock of sheep jump because one did so. Might not one imagine that superior beings do the same, and for exactly the same reason?

We should do by our cunning as we do by our courage—always have it ready to defend ourselves, never to offend others.

Weak men often from the very principle of their weakness derive a certain susceptibility, delicacy and taste which render them, in those particulars, much superior to men of stronger and more consistent minds, who laugh at them.

What an argument in favor of social connections is the observation that by communicating our grief we have less, and by communicating our pleasure we have more.

Whatever natural right men may have to freedom and independency, it is manifest that some men have a natural ascendency over others.

When real nobleness accompanies that imaginary one of birth, the imaginary seems to mix with real, and becomes real, too.

Without content, we shall find it almost as difficult to please others as ourselves.

You may fail to shine, in the opinion of others, both in your conversation and actions, from being superior, as well as inferior to them.